When all those fall around me,
I will be the last one standing.
When they try to kill my faith,
I will not surrender.
When everyone points at me,
and says he did it,
I will gladly welcome my punishment,
and if I did not do it,
then I will defend myself,
to the bitter sweet end.
I will remain strong,
as a blunt object,
and will be blunt when I speak the truth.
I do not do it for recognition.
I truely believe in what I do.
I am a stand up guy,
but I don't stand up,
so others can say look at him.
I do not try to be something I am not.
I try my best,
to stand up for what is right,
by doing right in the process.
Still, I am not afraid,
to go against the grain,
as long as the Lord is in my corner,
and I do it his way.
In a world full of people,
who pretend to be someone they're not,
a world who claims to stand for something,
but bends down when money is dropped,
I will not be a symbol just clanging.
You may lead me to the gallows,
for the hanging,
but in the end,
people will say,
"He was the last stone remaining".
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 19th, 2018 02:37
- Category: Unclassified
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